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"I wanna eat a rabbit," Mira announced as we headed toward lunchtime at school.
"Ewwww." Her brother scrunched up his face. "Rabbits are gross."
"They're not. Daddy loves rabbit meat. It's better than chicken," she replied, sticking her tongue out at him.
"We're having spaghetti and meatballs today, Mira." I stepped in before the fight between the twins could escalate. "Go wash your hands and get in line for the canteen."
Annika and I were getting the kids ready to enter when his scent hit me.
I turned toward the school doors and saw the man who’d been living rent‑free in my mind for months.
Tristan stood beneath the sycamore, and when our eyes met, his brooding stare made my treacherous heartbeat skip a,d my knees go weak.
He walked closer, stopping a few feet away. "Hi, I
